Excellently put, sir.
The first out gay man I met, back the late 70s when it was pretty fucking dangerous, was a South African rugby player. If you were summing him up in one word, camp would not be it.

I asked him why he preferred blokes, being in those days a rude little bastard:

"I just do, and the way I go about it would snap a girl in half."
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 4 Apr 2010, 17:20, Reply)